Down that lonely line
where the minds open doors
Before the hands shut them in your face
our spirits been drugged
Because we haven't seen the Sun
unable to remember
the vibe of color
and one day
we've always said
everything will be perfect
all the pieces interlocked
Forming the purist smile
a world without denial
Thats the day they forecast
To help all the ones between
Pass on faster
Do you see their scheme?
Their monopolizing ways?
playing you like chess
pawning your days

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